Rain
 

Do not curse the rain. It is a blessing. If you have never prayed for rain, then utter a prayer of thanks.

When you walk through the rain, you can point your face at the ground, bunch your shoulders and assail the season. Or you can move through the rain like you would through sun light. You will be no wetter for it.

That rain you feel on your face is the very essence of life itself. We are lost without it. We are fools to forget it.

I love rain and it's a shame that when people say "the weather is awful", it's usually because it's raining.

The BC wildfires in 2003 sure made me appreciate a good rainfall as well. I wasn't directly affected by them, but I can imagine how awful it must have been. You can probably relate as well being from California.

One of the reasons I miss the tropics is walking in the warm rains.

I like the rain... its the clouds I don't like.

I love the rain, I just wish I could play in it more often. It rained here just last night, and this morning everything looks and smells so fresh and new, and it's a beautiful day outside. The rain truly is wonderful. :)

My first girl, with my wife's blessing, will be named Rain.

I lived in Seattle for 20+ years. The slow drizzly overcast days seemed to go on forever. I'll take a good belly washer thunderstorm anyday preferably followed by some sunshine.

Being Irish, I know all about the rain.

Now that I'm living in Australia, the rain here seems... different.

In Ireland we get what we call "soft days"; days when the rain seems to simply ooze out of the air. In the countryside, the scenery fades into a darkened grey nothingness; not quite mist, not quite fog... just nothing. Mountains, hills, buidlings loom out suddenly as you approach.

We also get drizzle. Lovely gentle rolling drizzle, almost warm (though sometimes cold), it gently brushes your face. It rolls down the back of your neck in a deliciously irritating manner. You shudder, and smile, at the same time. Rain. Raining again.

There's nothing better than sitting inside, beside a warm fire, and looking outside; looking at the rain. It rains a lot in Ireland.

Here in Australia it rains too. Long, hard and fast. It's just not the same.

I miss home.


Mr Mephisto

I've lived all of my life in the PacNW. Rain is a familiar thing.

Where I grew up in Washington, my house looked out over a bay and another green island curled in the navy-blue Sound. Beyond that lay the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which blew the weather into the Sound, up and over Whidbey Island until the rain assaulted my house. It was easy to see it coming, the dark clouds of winter storms casting deep shadows over the water and turning it to slate. But mostly a kind of malaise would set in--this gray cloud cover that constantly dripped water at you in the doldrums of winter would come over Northwest Washington and stay for weeks. Eventually people would begin to question their sanity in choosing to live in such a place--and then all would be saved by a single sunny day where it became painfully apparent why we did live in such a place--it was beautiful.

I moved to Oregon when I was 13 and the Tualatin Valley. It was harder to see the weather coming--suddenly clouds would loom up over the Coast Range and five minutes later everything in sight would be drenched. It rains much harder in Oregon--especially in August. The rainstorms in August are torrential. Now I live in the Willamette Valley, snuggled up against the evergreen hills of the Coast Range, and when the rain comes, it is beautiful. Nevermind I have to walk to class in it--it washes the world clean.

My favorite rain, though? The Pineapple Express. These rains come from leftover monsoons and tropical storms that cross the Pacific and sweep up into the Pacific Northwest in the winter. Suddenly the temperature goes from the low 40s to the mid 50s, and the rain itself is so incredibly warm that it's easy to dance in. The only problem is that when the Pineapple Express comes, it rains so hard that standing water in the road is common and the snow levels go up--meaning snowmelt and flooding. But I love them anyways.

I agree, this last summer I noticed a lot of simultaneous rain and sun. It is amazing, though it lead to a couple of downpours that I was caught in.

Rain is a nice name. Unfortunately, the only 2 girls I've ever met that were named Rain were both strippers. True story.

Where I live, rain is rare. Super rare. I love it when it rains.

It's raining pretty damn hard right now where I live. I love it, I'll take a rainy/overcast day over any sunny day!

We've had an awesome storm here the last two days - Part of my fascination with rain is that it is so rare here - but when it does rain, it POURS. I love the smell before a rain, I get all tingly and it's almost a kind of euphoria. The kind of feeling I wish could go on forever.

the problem is that in todays world, we can rarely appreciate it. we are usually off driving, and the rain makes it more dangerous, or walking in nice clothes, when the rain ruines both them and our appearance. lets face it, rain can present some unwanted hastles. but when i can sit and appreciate the rain, boy do i love it. or when im going to sleep, there is nothing quite as good as rain.

but lets not forget, water might be what originally gave us life, but it can take it away just as fast. point in case: the tsunami. floods kill thousands every year, sometimes hundreds of thousands. crops can be devastated by extensive rain or by hail. and i live in miami, so dont even get me started about hurricanes. may i propose: if youve never (really) prayed for the rain to stop, utter a prayer of thanks.

Unless I'm careening down the roadway for some reason, I'm really quite fond of rain. It's sound is relaxing and it's made of water. We live on water, and the stuff just falls from the sky, how cool is that?